I posted about Wynonna's squeaky condition on Wednesday. That very afternoon, I was sitting with the chickens discussing the matter.
Eugenia: Why is it so quiet in here today?
Minnie: Did the pig leave town? I don't hear her.
Clara: Maybe she read the blog and clammed up so she could get out of going.
Eugenia: Please tell me you didn't squirt WD-40 in her mouth.
It's the strangest thing. I have not heard Wynonna squeak for two days. For three weeks, the noise coming out of her mouth got louder and louder, and we were all getting stressed out. She was so loud that egg production fell off! Then as soon as I posted that I would be taking her to the vet, she shut up. How weird is that? Maybe a bad tooth fell out, maybe she logged on to my computer in the middle of the night and decided to keep her squeaks to herself. Whatever. I'm keeping the appointment and she will have her mouth examined, whether she likes it or not.
I'll try to update my twitter feed as today's adventure progresses. And of course you'll be able to read all about it, probably on Sunday. Assuming I recover by then.